Masai Mara, Kenya. I had not seen Scarface in a while and had heard that his health was failing. As we were racing for a bit of cheetah action on an early morning we heard a roar that came from far away. It lead us to Scarface. He was sitting in the open like an old warrior. His back leg was completely paralyzed and his limp excruciating to watch. We decided to stay with him. It felt like visiting and having breakfast with an old friend, one that I hope to see again one more time.